Denise, the demonic assassin.
by hero, hero141@hotmail.com
How a pious group of christians is visited by a horny muscle bitch.
' May I ask you and your group to leave the premises, sir? You're harassing
my costumers. You've been troubling me for weeks now. Do you want me to call
the cops again? Or is it that christian shit again? About abstinence etc.?
The beautiful female owner of the strip club, undoubtebly a former stripper
herself, faces the leader of a group of some twenty protestors, convincingly
blocking the entrance of the club. The man, a well-groomed African-American,
looks her straight in the eye.
' Well then, go ahead, bimbo. Call the cops! You know I have connections at
a higher level. Moreover, I'm famous. My face is known all over the country,
I've been on national television several times, preaching the Lord's
message. Cops are godfearing creatures too, ya know...
And then he turns around and faces his crowd of followers and a number of
passers-by wondering what's happening...
' Don't you know you'll end up in Hell, madam? Damned be those who fuck
around and enjoy the earthly sexual pleasures. It is good for a man not to
touch a woman (Cor. 7:1). Woe unto those who make a life out of sin! Honor
God's Word, obey God's principles and you'll be redeemed. Abstain from all
sexual acts and you'll reach the Kingdom of Heaven!
His strong voice easily reaches the growing audience in the streets, his
furious eyes reflect the christian fire burning in his pure heart. He
reaches out his arms as he speaks out His sacred Word.
' Do not abandon God's plan. But fornication and all uncleanness or
covetousness, let it not even be named among you, as is fitting for saints
(Eph. 5:3). Flee also youthful lusts (Tim. 2:22). Abstinence is a choice for
our Savior! Do not be unclean and follow me!
His extraordinary charisma is obvious: large parts of the audience are
enthralled, captivated by his ongoing speech. They are under his spell...
The female owner of the club slinks off, angry, furious. She has already
lost some of her most valuable girls and numerous customers through the
public actions of this black preacher. He has been costing her money. A lot
of money... Time to take some action. Definite action...
' '
' Shut the fuck up, bastard! Don't you hear that someone is calling...
A man is chained to the wheel. He is pleadingly yelling for help, begging
for a devine intervention, like all men who are slowly and brutally tortured
to death. He now faces the majestic back of his tormentor ' a perfect 'v'
curving into a thin wasp waist. Solid traps and lats flare out, layers of
thick stone-hard muscles sensually wiggling as her hand picks up the
phone.The huge veins covering her brawny arms spring into action, her
ultra-developed biceps swell to humongous proportions. She grins. Her tongue
licks her sensual red lips. The man hanging on the wheel now pleeds
silently, begging the muscular beauty for mercy. Within her sleek, black
bodysuit, her curvaceously endowed body flexes and relaxes, her ample
breasts throb slightly as she answers the phone...
' Yeah certainly, no problem. Consider him dead. What? What that background
noise is? Oh, just another job: a man featuring in his own snuff movie
ordered by his rich, arrogant wife. She ordered quite something! Hahaha! No,
he's still struggling. It's gonna be so much fun fucking and brutally
breaking him. Bye.
The gorgeous female bodybuilder disdainfully flexes her massive arms, two
pillars of muscular destruction, ready to seal the fate of her pleading
victim...
' Smile, baby. You're on camera... You know what? I'll show my next victim
the way I reduced and degraded you to a prickless lump of bleeding shit!
You'd like that, wouldn't you? Time to play, baby! Let Denise do the work
now... I would start screaming if I were you... Hahaha!
' '
An evening prayer at the Christian Community for Total Abstinence. All is
peaceful and quiet in the darkened chapel. The congregation kneels before
the altar, while the minister monotonously hums the sacred lithurgical
Words. In the front row the beautiful black man, the leader of the
Abstinence Activists, is praying in spiritual profusion, his sensual lips
moving almost inperceptively, his eyes closed and, when opened, radiant with
joy. All the men in the room ' for the congregation strictly follows the
adagium of male and female segregation during services ' devotedly chant the
ancient psalms with pious zeal and utter dedication.
Suddenly the huge doors of the darkened place of devotion open and a shadow
discreetly locks the gates with a sophisticated electronic device. Quick as
lightning the shadow steals through the aisle, like a black panther. Nobody
has noticed the entrance of the guest wrapped up in a hooded cloak. The
humming continues, giving the notable guest ample time to prepare and take
off the superfluous cloak. What an apparition! Huge, pulsating muscles burst
from an ultra-sexy feminine frame of voluptuous sensuality. Her gloriously
muscled body sparkles in the candlelight, candles throwing eerie twinkling
on her awesome cleavage. Her incredibly firm breasts can hardly be contained
within her black latex bodysuit, absurdly fitting her goddess-like curves
like a second skin. Her super-muscular legs are bare, showing off inches of
sleek flesh, muscular as never seen on any human, let alone on a female
beauty like this! Nine inch spiked stiletto pumps adorn her delicate feet,
pumping her calves, giving them that extra, diamondshaped curve.
' I'll show them that the Devil is a woman. A fuckin' bodybuilding babe!
And indeed: each subtle movement of her ultra-developed body is answered by
an impressive swelling and flexing of powerful muscles laced with myriads of
veins. The gorgeous #berbabe squares her broad shoulders, the bloodlust
looming in her gaze, and screens the chapel for her target. She disdainfully
watches the minister and the rest of the congregation, obviously finding the
situation utterly pathetic. Fiftysome virgins, praising the Lord's Creation,
abstaining from sex in the light of kingdom come, while here she is: Denise,
the most sadistic assassin on earth, on the verge of sending them all
through the gates of eternity, but not without passing through her deadly
hands, proving that hell is only a faint reflection of what she routinely
inflicts on her hapless victims...
Suddenly one of the members of the congregation, sitting secluded on one of
the last rows, looks behind him and notices the ultra-sexy female creature
staring at him from a distance. Denise sensually urges him to hush, putting
her index finger on her sensually pouted lips. The man is enthralled, cannot
make out if she is an apparition from the Apocalypse or a real appearance.
Only a twinkle of a candle later, a flutter of the eyes, and she is sitting
right behind him, like a hungry predator, a muscular killing machine ready
to strike. She wispers:
' One sound and you're dead.
And then in a hiss, her hot lips close to his ear, almost licking his lobe:
' Any last words? Time to meet your Creator...
Denise grabs him from behind, easily grabbing his neck in the crook of one
gargantuan arm, pressing her huge jutting breasts against his back. With her
other hand she muffles the impendent scream. A mighty flex of her body is
rewarded by the ghastly sound of ribs cracking and snapping, bones softly
imploding in his own frame, piercing his lungs, perforating his heart.
Denise smiles triumphantly as she s-l-o-w-l-y crushes the young man in her
muscular embrace, as she feels how his soft weak flesh gives in to her
superior squeeze. The sound of rupture, of carnage turns her on. She closes
her eyes, her upper lip curled into a sneer. She knows that it will only be
seconds now before he collapses. He fruitlessly attempts to overpower her
steel grip, but she easily outmuscles him, lifting him a couple of inches
from the ground. The gorgeous brunette is simply demolishing his ribs, bones
and vertebrae, like a python, against her very ample and incredibly firm
breasts, normally the object of male attention and admiration. Denise feels
the familiar tingling in her crotch as she crushes the life out of her first
victim. The sheer power, the unmerciful cruelty, the useless suffering,
drives her mad with lust... She licks his ear:
' This is the moment when men usually wet their pants...
Denise smiles, enjoying every second of the man's pain, admiring every inch
of her thick, deadly brawn. She loosens up a bit, the man's body convulsing
and spasming in her strong grip. He indeed pees in his pants. His body
autonomously struggles to stay alive, merely reacting to the agony, to the
traumatic shock. It is futile. Sexy Denise is unleashed.
' I'm not used to treating my men kindly.
Her strong fingers roam about the contours of his skull. With one hand she
covers his mouth, muffling the inescapable screams, while the other explores
the features of his mortally drawn face. Totally in control she fiercely
drives her long nails into his eyes, demolishing them, piercing them. Her
fingers dig mercilessly hard into his eyesockets, until her fingertips reach
his brain. The busty beauty admiringly watches her muscular forearms and
biceps expand as she applies some kind of bowlingball grip on his head. It
roughens her perfectly tanned skin with meandering rivers of vascularity
streaming all about. Waves of pre-orgasmic satisfaction surge through her
amazonian physique, as she feels how his mouth is struggling for air, as his
lungs are on the verge of an otherworldy scream... The sloshy sounds inside
his head make her smile. One more flex of her intimidating physique and the
man's skull is reduced to a messy, bloody pulp, the wet cracking sound
alarming those who are closest to the back bench.
Still smiling, Denise throws the bleeding, heavily deformed corpse in the
direction of the altar, where the minister is still humming his prayers.
When you are on the verge of slaughtering a whole community, it is no use
staying hidden. An ominous, husky laugh fills the chapel as the ultra-sexy
muscle babe bares her ample boobs and strikes an impressive double-biceps
pose. Huge peaks push upwards... The men in the chapel are nailed to the
ground: they have never seen such an animalistic, erotic creature like
Denise! And then the atrocity, the sheer bestiality of the murder! Most of
these young men cannot resist the sight of the muscular beauty in her full
glory intimidatingly standing in front of them and immediately react with a
huge hard-on...
' I only need Simon Nelson.
Inadvertently the men turn their panicky eyes to the black man sitting in
front, hereby giving him away to Denise. She grins in sadistic satisfaction.
' All right. I'll make it clear. I was hired by Melissa Shane, owner of a
number of nightclubs where you guys troubled her, her girls and her
customers. Let's face it: that's not a nice thing to do. Very unchristian of
you... That's when I come in. I'm a professional killing machine, a trained
assassin.
Gracefully stepping forward in the chapel, standing next to the minister and
the altar, Denise bends over to the minister, her very ample and incredibly
firm breasts just inches from his face, and hisses, addressing the terrified
community:
' Oh... One more thing, I want it to be totally clear that I'm the one in
charge here. Some men in this room think they won't do what I tell them to.
Some think they'll be able to ignore my orders, however terrible or horrific
these orders are. Well, I can tell you, you'll stand in line just to obey
me. Believe me...
Her voice is heavy and husky. The minister smells the delicate perfume, the
seductive smell of female sensuality. The mere physical presence of this
intimidating muscle goddess, the hardest, pumped-up brawn perfectly blended
with the softest curves, makes him terribly aroused. Hot blood engorges his
cock. Denise has spotted the prominent hard-on under the minister's garment
and gives the guy a meaning look. The audience of pious virgins tares
dumbfoundedly at the gloriously muscled pin-up in front of them.
' You see, I've built these muscles to dominate. To dominate and to kill.
And to fuck of course. Let me show you something...
She brutally throws the minister on the altar and rips off his garments. His
cock stands erect in its glory. Everybody in the chapel is nailed to their
chairs... Deep silence... The minister gasps, turning his eyes to the
audience, away from the utterly erotic creature towering over him. Denise
jumps swiftly on the altar, her high heels clicking on the worn wood of the
altar. Her muscle-swollen legs bulge ominously. Her calves, quads and glutes
developed to massive perfection, are vascular beyond telling, veins popping
freely out of her tanned skin, gorgeously muscled, freakishly trained. The
man on the altar stares at these massive pillars of muscular beauty, his
stiff member uncontrollably throbbing in his exposed crotch. Denise smirks.
' Your little guy is happy to see me... I guess he likes my muscles... Or do
my tits excite you?
Her amazing body indeed drove the minister ' and a large part of the
audience ' mad with lust. Denise bends over her body towards the astonished
audience moving her hands slowly over her huge boobs, evidently showing them
off. The minister's heart beats like mad, his throbbing member aching for
relief... He noticed the diamond piercings through her hardened nipples. He
always remembered insignificant details in moments of highest excitement...
One touch of her dangerously shiny, spiked stiletto heel against his shaft
and he uncontrollably releases a huge load of hot semen over her
diamondshaped calves.
' Touch'!
Denise only waited for this to happen. The muscle goddess pushes her shapely
leg close to his mouth and orders him to lick his cum...
' Make sure you don't miss a drip... I want everybody to watch this...
Totally embarrassed and profoundly humiliated the minister devotedly cleans
his cum off her ultra-muscular calf. Slurping and licking noises echo in the
chapel... How he would love to be somewhere else, somewhere quiet, secluded
from this utterly degrading public humiliation.
' Tell me, Minister: Who shall suffer eternal punishment in destruction,
from the face of the Goddess and from the glory of Her power? (Thess. 1:9)
The man looks astonished in the smiling face of the ultra-hot muscle chick.
Denise's devine eyes sparkle with a horny killing lust as she suddenly
drives her spiked stiletto heel into his belly with tremendous force. It
mercilessly rips open his skin, crushing his intestines, demolishing
anything in its way... Blood gushes out of the open wound, guts bulge out of
the gaping hole, squishing noises accompany her foot as she lifts it up
preparing for a second attack. Her fabulous leg muscles bristle with power,
rippling with every movement, veins webbing her sleek skin. A terrible
stench reaches the first rows of the audience...
' Oh baby, hush... Let Denise take care of you... Take a last good look at
my superior body and say goodbye!
This time Denise is up for the kill, slamming her foot with devastating
effects in her victim's exposed crotch! He shrieks, waving his hands as if
trying to ward her off. The man on the sacred altar resorts to shock, his
horrendous cries slowly change into high-pitched screaming from beyond this
world...
' Oh yesss! Fuckin' sissy!
Her kick instantly shatters his pubis, crushes his ramus and all ligaments
and lateral bone structures in his pelvis! The brawny pin-up watches in glee
as bloody evidence of the destructive force fills his abdomen: a huge
hemorrhage becomes visible to everyone in the chapel. His hands reach out to
her, as if begging her to stop the atrocity. His eyes are full with tears,
his face drawn in a mask of pain. His fingers stretch out in total
submission, in a last pleading for mercy... Denise faces her audience again,
hands on hips, giggling with sadistic pleasure, her proud breasts jiggling
sexily.
' Don't worry. He's actually coming off lightly.
Fully aware of the theatrical effect, Denise sensually lifts one of her
massively bulging legs and drives her stiletto heel into his chest. Her
shiny, sleek muscular leg drives in the iron spiked heel very slowly, but
with awesome force, crushing his ribs and sternum, simply demolishing his
upper torso. The size and width of her massive thighs increases,
tremendously thick bulges of muscle spring to life, as she kneads the heel
further and wiggles her foot around. Terrible crunching noises issue from
the crushed and heavily bleeding chest... Now the minister totally
collapses, his face covered in the blood gurgling and bubbling from his
mouth. Her hourglass figure towers over her sorry victim, her gravity
defying tits the center of male attention.
' Who wants some?
Then panic breaks out. The fiftysome virgins storm away from their benches
en try to reach the huge doors of the darkened chapel. Denise roars with
laughter. The frenzy is complete. Everybody runs for his life. She quickly
jumps off the altar of death and grabs Simon Nelson. Without uttering a
word, she strips him of his clothes and binds him to the large cross on the
east wall behind the altar ' in good view for all who are still in the
chapel.
' It's no use trying to run: the doors are closed...
The men scream and squeal like pigs. Some start crying and praying to God.
' Pretty impressive, isn't it? I'll give you an option: if you kill Simon,
I'll let all you guys live. If you do not, I'll slaughter you all.
(to be continued...)